Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.